Fly

Her surroundings kept moving,

For a second she saw trees,

Then she saw mountains,

The scenery kept changing,

But one thing that didn't  change,

Was her frown,

And the inner battle,

That she was giving up,

 

The trees and mountains,

Couldn't make her smile,

And the song,

That was booming through her headphones,

Didn't heal her wounds,

 

Well

At least 

Not until she saw the flock of birds,

That flew,

When the big bright star was setting,

Creating a warm orange tinge,

 

Did that heal her?

No,

It did not.

But,

It did gave her a will,

A will to keep on flying.